This recent blast of snow reminds me of many things. Aside from the initial beauty of snow, school closings and imposed lethargy, a gas-fueled beast reigns–the snow blower. If you have one, you possess the premier Winter accompaniment. Basically, you’re cool (pun intended). If you don’t have a snow blower, you make friends in possession, those who raucously fire-up Churning Blades of the Gods (CBotG). They graciously relieve us from back-breaking snow removal.
This blog post could end here, but I’m snowbound, so let’s move on.
If you’re bereft, do you ask for a loaner, do you wait for the offer? Typically, we’re out there at the same time–the audible riot of power is clear. Aristocrats own a snow blower, plebeians borrow a shovel. It’s a class war.
I’m agreeable by nature which leads me to establish a solid relationship with my neighbor (am I a Snow Lobbyist?). Seeing me toil, a Carhartt laborer ineligible for OT, my neighbor magnanimously offers his snow blower, only after his driveway is cleared I might add–this is the nature of the game. Although a pittance, I offer my Hopkins 2610XM Subzero 52″ Super Extender Snowbroom (colors may vary). This does the trick.
Once in hand, I fire-up the brawny self-propelled snow blower, quickly dispensing snow with a fury reserved for the clinically mad. I won’t go on about how I eventually broke the damn thing, the left wheel careening into a snow bank, a rusty black silhouette begging for its axle. Once repaired, my shoveling time is cut in half. I am grateful.
The haves and the have-nots dynamic continues to exist. In the end, be cool if you have access to power.